One Can Repent Even Of Having Repented.

I Would Willingly Stand At Street Corners, Hat In Hand, Begging Passerby To Drop Their Unused Minutes Into It.

I Walk In The Garden, I Look At The Flowers And Shrubs And Trees And Discover In Them An Exquisiteness Of Contour, A Vitality Of Edge, Or A Vigour Of Spring, As Well As An Infinite Variety Of Colour That No Artefact I Have Seen In The Last Sixty Years Can Rival...each Day, As I Look, I Wonder Where My Eyes Were Yesterday.

I Would I Could Stand On A Busy Corner, Hat In Hand, And Beg People To Throw Me All Their Wasted Hours.

Enemies Could Become The Best Companions. Companionship Is Based On A Common Interest, And The Greater The Interest The Closer The Companionship. What Makes Enemies Of People, If Not The Eagerness, The Passion For The Same Thing?

A Complete Life May Be One Ending In So Full An Identification With The Oneself That There Is No Self Left To Die.